Romans & histoires Things We Never Got Over Spicy Chapters

“Live. That’s what they never wanted us to do. That’s what they were always afraid of.” He raised his cup in a toast. “To us.” And as the sun climbed over the horizon, as the truth echoed across the globe, I finally understood: This wasn’t the end of the story. It was just the start of our chapter - unwritten, unbroken, undeniably free. But just as we were about to leave the café, a tourist nearby set down a tabloid, its headline catching my eye: MISSING MATCHSTICK FILE: LAST TAPE STILL UNACCOUNTED FOR

And knowing you as well as I do, I imagine it will have been quite a while since my passing before you finally open this letter. "We really did have something beautiful once, and that's why it hurts so much to know you've never loved me. I'm only writing to say one thing—thank you. For seven years, you let me believe in a beautiful dream. Now that it's over, it's time for me to go. Don't waste your time missing me." Conrad read my last note without showing a single flicker of emotion. Then, like a man hell-bent on punishing himself, he pored over the chat records I'd leaked to the paparazzi—reading them once, then twice, then again and again. He drowned in those messages from dusk till dawn.

Tasting the filth, the fire, the fever he wrote into every page of my skin. The next morning, a box sat on the kitchen counter. Hardcover, freshly printed. My was name on the cover—and his. ‘Yours, Uncensored.’ “Is this—?” I asked, fingers trembling over the title. “Our story,” he said behind me, pulling my robe down to bare my shoulder. “Every filthy, furious, unforgettable chapter.” “You’re insane,” I breathed. “And you love it.” He kissed the top of my spine. The back cover quote? I read it aloud.

“Did you not know? I thought she told you everything.“ Suddenly he picks up my right hand, and I look up at him. He's staring at the burn on the back of my palm, the one I got from spilling my coffee on my hand. “Did she do this?“ He asks as he looks into my eyes. His tone is soft, but his eyes, are hardened. It sweeps out my anger for a moment. “No, I—” “I spilled coffee on my hand by accident.” He lets go of my hand, and without another word, walks out of the eyes; my eyes follow him as he disappears from view. Just like that? Why did he even come here in the first place? Just as I'm about to really get back to work, he walks back in with a box. He drags one of the chairs and sits in front

No pain. Just… relief that one chapter was finally over.

My thoughts drifted… spiraling into places I couldn’t escape. “Was this how everything was always meant to end?” “Was this life even worth holding onto?” “Why does he always find a way to hurt me… every single time, in ways I never see coming?” “Aren’t mates supposed to protect each other…? Care for each other? Then why is mine so… different?” Marvin didn’t return to this room again after he had left, and I was left here alone, but of course, with his scent filling me up and wrapping around me in ways that were just so unsettling. Especially this particular couch I still lay on.

And we were done being moved by memos. —End Chapter 37

You believed in my book! Thank you so much Momma! This final chapter isn’t just an ending. It’s a celebration. Nathan, Sophia, their children, their friends—the entire pack—are sitting around that fire because they made it. They survived heartbreak, betrayal, battles, and lonely nights. And they didn’t do it alone. Neither did I.

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

He will have a hard time being gentle. ///♡/// We are only 10+ chapters away from the ending. Stay tuned! Luv y'all ♡